Born And Raised To Handle Tragedy کے بول

So wake up and wipe your eyes Our end is present and in sight A bastard child of a social whore A wild girl of a sensual loss Holding back the fool again Giving up the fool pretends again This message is for anyone who dares to see the face Of a world filled with alleys and your living wrecks The disenchanted, the romantics of your kiss I don't need your love to disconnect me I took her cloth and rubbed the blood off my face I touched her lips with a silent pace of my own They taste like the devils sweat that i am drowning in And with the angels tears, i'll never be thirsty again So take me down Let's lose ourselves This may be the last time I can look into your eyes Oh yea.